i mean this in the nicest possible way

  • Peter: Opposite Day just doesn't make sense because if everything is opposite then it's the opposite of Opposite Day making it just an average day.
  • Wade: I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby
  • Wade: Go the fuck back to sleep
and i mean this in the nicest way possible

i’m fundamentally unlovable + inherently worthless and i’m more than likely going to die alone

Sooo... I received a comment today.

And so much of it was truly lovely. The reader mentioned how they’d been looking for a fic with such a premise for a while, how they were so relieved to find it, and thrilled at its contents.  They listed out what they liked about it, which was–is–always amazing.  They closed with another pile of enthusiastic praise.


In between, they had a section titled, “What I don’t like about it.”  There were three things, and they don’t really matter in the long run, as they were all deliberate choices I made while writing.  Except… it rattled me.

I’ve tended to stay away from writing about concrit. I reblog those posts that I agree with–particularly the ones that encourage commenting and discourage unasked-for criticism.  But at the risk of being marked as a defensive, over-sensitive writer (I still worry about how people view me. I’m working on it.), I haven’t actually weighed in.  So it’s to my surprise more than anyone’s that I’m about to say this.

Guys… Please take this in: It is not okay to make a list of things you don’t like about a story.  It takes time and effort from every writer to create something, and no small amount of courage to post it for your free consumption.  It is not an easy thing to put ourselves out there, time and again, and display pieces of our minds/hearts.

As crit went, it was probably done in the nicest way possible, but I was still left thinking, “Am I supposed to go back and change this fic?  Is it actually kind of bad that I did it that way?  Is this commenter just being nice by bracketing the other stuff in compliments because they don’t want to feel mean??” It sent me in to an odd tailspin, questioning myself and my writing skills and choices, which undergo–I assure you–enough insecure, internal examination.

Maybe it’s just me.  I don’t think so, but maybe. But I’m going to go out on a limb here and amend, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all,” to, “Even if you’re going to say something nice, if you have something critical to say–don’t say anything at all. At least not without divining, somehow, that the writer wants to hear it.”  It can fuck with our heads. 

Or at least mine, apparently.


  • Namjoon: Opposite Day just doesn't make sense because if everything is opposite then it's the opposite of Opposite Day making it just an average day.
  • Jin: I mean this in the nicest way possible, Namjoon
  • Jin: Go the fuck back to sleep
Reggie Mantle x Reader: Tomboy & Skirts


What about a Reggie x Reader where the reader is like a total tomboy and one day decides to wear a skirt and Reggie pesters her a bit (Cause friends) and the reader ends up convincing him to wear a skirt to school the next day.


A/N: My Wi-Fi is being a butt so these imagines will all be uploaded by Monday when I get to my school with free Wi-Fi lol. This was a cute imagine to write so I hope you guys like it. Also I didn’t know if the requestor wanted to be romantic or not so I just made the reader and Reggie very flirty best friends. If you guys like this one I can see a part two happening, but not if you guys don’t request it. If you guys request it maybe their friendship will become something more. Thanks for your guy’s support it really is making my life.

Words: 1194

Summary: Readers mom makes her wear a skirt for her birthday. Reggie pesters her about it and they make a deal.

Spoilers: Flirty friendship

Warnings: Not that I can think of any.

You grew up in Riverdale the notorious small town of pep (far from it though). You grew up next door to Reggie Mantle. Although many saw him as this pretentious douchebag, you knew him for who he was.  Everything he showed to the town was for attention, he lived for attention.

You two became best friends when he saw that you spent most of your time alone, and so did he. Nowadays you did talk to Archie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin but back then they were inseparable and they didn’t like Reggie because he was a showoff. One day he got in a small wrong encounter with Archie and they kicked him out. Reggie was crying, you had never seen him cry so you were there for him and till this day he was your best friend.

These days you two were partners in crime. You tagged along to his infamous pranks that you secretly enjoyed because you were supposed to be his ’moral compass’. Plenty of people told you to let him go, but you never listened, he was your confidant. Both of you had gone through so many things together to just give up on him because of how he acted towards some.

Although in the high school system you were a bit of an underdog as Reggie rose to popularity and became the quarterback to the varsity football team. Although that never stopped your friendship and you couldn’t be prouder for him, you attended all of his games and cheered him on. People knew to leave you alone because you were pretty feisty and Reggie made sure you were protected.

It was just another day as you got ready for bed because you had school the next day when you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in” you confirmed as your mother made her way in with a bag.

“I got you something to wear for my birthday” she spoke with a smile engraved on her face.

“What?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Well I got you this” she added as she took out a black flowy velvet skirt “I knew you didn’t own one so I decided to buy you one” she continued.

“Mom, I don’t wear skirts, but thank you. It really means a lot” you answered the nicest way possible.

“Oh c’mon look I bought you three. One black, one grey, and one navy blue. They all fit your color spectrum. Please?!?! For my birthday!” she pleaded “I made sure they would all fit your tomboy style, your sad colors” she insisted as you chuckled.

“My sad tomboy style” you sassed back.

“You know I just want to see you in a skirt before I die. You’ll probably wear a pantsuit for my funeral for all I know” she chimed in.

“Fine, only because they kind of look cool and will fit my sad tomboy style, and because you’re my mother” you pleased with a small smile.

“Thank you!” she singed as she pulled you into a hug and exited your room.

The next morning you decided on the black velvet skirt which you matched with a band t-shirt and some converse high tops. You twirled around your room for a bit because it was kind of fun.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the kitchen as your mother took a mental photograph.

“Oh my god, you look stunningly beautiful. Happy birthday to me!” she praised as she took out her phone as took a picture.

“Uh really mom?!” you declared.

“What?! It’s not every day I get to see this” she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.

“Okay well I gotta get to school, happy birthday mom” you chimed in as you took your mom in for a hug.

As you arrived at school and made it to your locker as quickly as you could to avoid any stares, you could swear you heard whispering about your look of the day.

“Well damn (Y/N), if I knew the fairy godmother dropped by I would’ve hit you up” one of the football players spoke with a smirk and Reggie interrupted.

“What do you mean (Y/N)?” Reggie questioned as he did a double take at you with a surprised look.

“(Y/N)?” he finally added.

“The one and only” you answered him.

“Well Santa Claus is a bit late on my wish list” he mocked as you nudged his shoulder.

“Nope, just my mom’s birthday wish” you retorted.

“Really? So not for me?” He smirked as he motioned to his teammates to leave you alone.

“Sorry Mantle in your dreams” you replied.

“Can’t wait for bed then” he mocked back.

“Stop Reg!” you insisted with a giggle.

“Okay, okay I surrender” he motioned his hands up in the air as you both walked to your classes.

“So is she having a party this year?” he questioned you.

“She doesn’t want one, but I’m thinking we do a surprise dinner on Saturday” you stated with a smile.

“Why no party?” Reggie implied with a sad smile.

“Amount of candles she claims, but I found this mold that says ‘mom’ and making a candle with it and we just buy a cake and use that one. What do you think Mantle?” you informed Reggie.

“Sounds good, you up for video games tonight then?” he asked.

“Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question” you claimed with a smile.

“Ah you can put the tomboy in a skirt, but she’ll still be a tomboy” he pestered as he pulled you in for small hug and you hit his chest and made your ways to your classes.

At the end of the school day you walked with him to his house to play video games.

“Can we play Mortal Kombat first” you asked tall dark haired boy.

“I’m sorry skirt what did you say?” he mocked back.

“Are you really gonna bug me about the damn skirt all day” you proclaimed.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity (Y/N) I am going to make the most of my time” he pointed out.

“I’d like to see you in a skirt” you sassed back.

“I’d make that deal” he responded with a devilish smirk.

“What’s the catch Mantle?” you returned the same look.

“You wear skirts for a whole week” he informed you.

“Deal” you spoke too soon about to motion you hand for a handshake as he interrupted you.

“And you stop using Scorpion as your player, and we finally take that road trip during spring break and you call me by my nickname whenever I want you too” he cockily proposed.

“But I finally mastered all his moves to destroy you, wait what?” you recollected what he just asked.

“You heard me, you’ve been putting off the trip because of money or some other excuse. My parents will give the money, they’ll do anything to not have me around for a bit” he confessed.

“You have a deal Mantle the Magnificent” you concluded as he chuckled and he gave you a twirl as you made your way to buy him a skirt on his size for tomorrow.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Part Two - Part Three -

Offbeat (Part Four) - Auston Matthews

A/N: Here you go! Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!! :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, Zach Hyman, Mitch Marner, and Kasperi Kapanen)

Words: 4,402

Warnings: Language

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•his power is speed
•have you seen those thighs?
•yea, he’s very fast but I mean this in the nicest way possible
•he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed
•while he is the leader of the superhero in training
•he didn’t get there because of his brain, he got there because of how loyal he is
•he’s run back on their first mission to get seungkwan who was trapped under a broken bridge

•His power is mind control
•he can legitimately get people to do whatever he wants
•when people heard about his power they thought he would be a villain
•but nope he prefers using guns to using his power
•he only likes to use it to mess with the other trainees
•like he will have hoshi go to the kitchen to get him a glass of water
•he’s very in control of his power though, so he’s the second in charge

•his power is hypnotism
•he and jeonghan almost have the same power but his is more complex
•his power puts people in an unconscious state, so they don’t remember
•unlike jeonghan’s where they are awake, and know what they’re doing
•once he had hypnotized someone, he can do it again anywhere
•so his power is better for civilians and smaller jobs, while jeonghan versus the villains

•he has the power to fly, a classic power
•he can also go hand to hand combat
•he wasn’t born with this power actually, it developed when he was ten
•so he’s trained for a smaller amount of time compared to people his age
•which makes it more amazing, since he is in the top ten
•he’s closest to wonwoo, mingyu and minghao

•he has X-Ray vision
•meaning that he can look through walls and stuff
•he can look at people’s insides to help mingyu heal them
•like one time Vernon broke his rib, and soonyoung just told mingyu which one to heal
•soonyoung like to remind everyone that even though that have powers, they’re still teens
•he achieves reminding them by pranking them all
•you’d think that they would realize that they couldn’t get him back with the same pranks
•(he can see wonwoo when he’s invisible, if he uses his own power but shhhh)

•he has the power of invisibility
•which makes everyone laugh because he’s already so quiet
•his power means that soonyoung tries to make him an accomplice for pranks
•he tries to avoid him, but somehow soonyoung finds him
•he suspects that soonyoung can see him, even though the blonde boy denies it
•he likes reading so you can very often see a book floating around
•mingyu often tags along with him or minghao on missions
•wonwoo can fight but he prefers using stun guns or other non harming weapons

•he has telepathy
•he can communicate with everyone through his mind
•if he he really wanted to, he could connect everyone’s mind so they can hear each mother
•he doesn’t usually go on missions, choosing to stay at headquarters to give information to them
•he’s like the third in charge, everyone respects him since he’s gotten them out out of sticky situations while eating cereal
•he’s gotten kidnapped before and managed to outsmart the villains, and texted his location to seungcheol

•he can talk to animals!
•his favorite animal to talk to is dogs
•dolphins scare him, and he won’t explain why to anybody
•he has most definitely helped soonyoung prank people by using his power
•like he just someimes puts flamingos in the bathroom
•crocodiles in the training room
•elephants outside, really anywhere you go, expect some type of animal there
•For missions, he uses the animals as his eyes, so crows flying around
•he won’t have them fight for him unless the others need help
•he cares for these animals like they’re family
•he has a pet owl named hedwig who likes to make fun of him

•mingyu has the power of healing
•it’s very fitting since he hates hurting people
•he often tags along with minghao or wonwoo since both of them are a little hot headed and get hurt in the process
•he is clumsy himself so it’s a good power to have
•the seungcheol and jeonghan are helping him in hand to hand combat
•(he hates that and weapons)
•while jun is helping home with weapons, just in case
•he like to go with the younger teens on missions since they are pretty reckless on their own

•He can walk through solid objects
•walls, force fields are no match for him
•he’s like a ghost, a ghost with a temper
•you can bet that he messes with soonyoung by putting dye in his shampoo
•or walking through the walls and cutting in line for the bathroom
•whatever he holds when he goes through walls, can go but there’s a chance they’ll get stuck
•(they found that out when he tried to fly Jun through the bathroom door)
•he likes to go on missions but he has a bad temper, making himself in danger
•so his partner is mingyu, who they thankfully get along well enough
•even though mingyu once threatened that he would heal minghao’s leg in a weird way so he couldn’t bend it

•he can see the future
•premonitions usually come it his dreams but they can happen when he’s awake
•he dislikes seeing them, since they usually are bad premonitions
•they are like nightmares for him, since they are training to become superheros
•he has seen the trainees die multiple times in his dreams
•he is connected to jihoon so he can tell the older about the future immediately
•he gets nervous when his power happens, he has no control over when it happens
•when he gets nightmares, either jeonghan or Joshua are the ones who calm him down

•He can make force fields
•Multiple ones, or big ones to cover the entire city
•instead of fighting villains, he protects citizens by protecting the city
•he and seungkwan are usually a team, since one sees the future and the other can protect
•seungkwan once got a vision when they were in the middle of a mission, that’s he got stuck under the bridge
•Vernon told seungcheol what happened and blames himself for not protecting the younger
•he uses his power pretty frequently
•he uses it at the dorm, and protects himself against the prank that the others play
•and will put tiny force fields, around his stuff so no one can touch it

•he can copy other powers
•once he copies a power he has it for three or four hours
•the rarer the powers is, the shorter amount of time he has since it burns him out of energy
•his power is rare, so even though he’s the youngest in training he’s one of the ones who could be a superhero
•he is close to jeonghan since the elder likes to baby him
•he admires jihoon since the green haired boy makes sure they’re all safe, and is still so strong

Just Jack

listen…..i have zero good excuses for this. when i saw this prompt in my inbox, i just couldn’t stop writing for some reason.

summary: Jack Zimmermann, NHL Superstar of the Providence Falconers, is on the verge of coming out as gay. His team’s PR Team insists he establishes a social media presence before he does so that he can better control the narrative after. The only problem? He totally has a crush on the consultant they hire to help him. ao3

            “Listen, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but my job here is to convince people that you have some basic emotions about things that aren’t hockey,” Eric Bittle said from across the table. He was dressed smartly in slacks and a printed button-down that pulled across his biceps appealingly. Jack was having a hard time focusing on anything else. “We all know the Jack Zimmermann ‘story’, but no one really knows just Jack. Does that make sense?”

           “Just Jack?” he asked, blinking at Eric.

          “You know.” Eric waved encouragingly. “What you do in off-season or what you do with your friends on days off. What do you do when you’re not being Jack Zimmermann, NHL player?”

           Jack stared at him blankly. He remembered all of the times that he had to swallow the bile at the back of his throat when someone joked that he was a hockey robot, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember when the last time was that he went out with friends that weren’t also teammates.

           Eric sighed, probably taking his silence for intransigence instead of genuine dumbfounded-ness.

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anonymous asked:

ok so, i have a question that has been haunting me ever since easter and it's the fucking worst. i hate myself for thinking of it but i still can't stop thinking about it. i mean it in the nicest possible way when i say that my first thought was to turn to you for answers. please, mother sarah, i'm dying!!! ok here goes: for which of his apostles would jesus bottom?

This is……just to inform all of you that my first thought was Revelation 1:8 and I now have to go drown myself in a baptismal font.

anonymous asked:

I mean this in the nicest way possible but is harry going around handing demos of his music and saying here! Listen talk about it, say it's great, say it's coming, I obviously am going to remain silent but here spread it!

yikes rip i really have no idea what he and his team are doing at this point

i won’t pretend i’m impressed by this strategy

Numbers Do Justice

I’ve been needing to write for a while now, but I haven’t had any inspiration. Then I was scrolling through the Prinxiety tag and saw @incorrectprinxietyquotes​  post, and @theasgardiandetective​‘s  art, and it made me laugh. The art was fabulous and the post was great, so I decided to write a quick something on it :)

@use-it-ironically, and @lekawaiimelon (because I love your fics lol)

For once Prince and Anxiety weren’t been fighting. They were just sitting in the kitchen, up at the bench, Anxiety scrolling aimlessly through his phone and Roman eating a bowl of cereal. It was silent in the room, broken only by the occasional crunch from Prince or the sound of a quick tap on the phone screen from Anxiety. It was a comfortable silence, each more or less ignoring the other’s company. It was nice. But at the same time, the silence was strange. The two characteristics always seemed to be bickering, so for a room that held them both to be void of noise was almost disconcerting. In Prince’s opinion, however, the change was pleasing. At least for now.

Anxiety, of course, couldn’t let the sweet silence stay.

The darkly dressed boy looked up from his phone screen at Roman for a second, narrowing his eyes. He was suspicious; they never went this long with any snarky insults or arguing. He had to keep up the record! Anxiety frowned at his phone, trying to come up with ideas for what to say, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Prince studying his own reflection in a spoon. Anxiety’s eyes widened slightly and he began smirking to himself as he realised what he was going to say.

Roman’s flaw always was that he was too vain, which made him easy to insult.

“Hey, Princey?” Anxiety started out, making his expression look as innocent as possible. Roman looked away from the spoon.


“I know I can be mean to you sometimes, but… words can’t describe how cute you are.” He said. Prince’s eyes widened momentarily, but he soon regained his posture. Apparently he was used to being complimented all the time, if the stories he told about how he heroically saved damsels in distress were anything to go by.

“Really?” He sounded a little astonished. Then he smiled graciously. “Why Anxiety, that has to be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!” Anxiety smiled and shrugged, absently noticing the tiny blush that sprinkled its way across Roman’s cheeks.

“True. But hey, even if words can’t do you justice, numbers can!” He smirked wickedly and looked back at his phone screen. He could imagine Prince’s puzzled stare as he tried to figure out what Anxiety meant by that.

“3 out of 10.” Anxiety told him stoically. He had to force evil laughter back when he saw the royal boy’s expression, however. It was a horrified mixture of shock, disbelief and outrage. Roman’s hand flew up to his chest, silently conveying how dare you?

Anxiety simply grinned at him and looked back at his phone.

Prince had never been so offended.

About Daisies and Sunflowers - Ch. 3

A/N: Ahh I’m so excited for this series, and I love that you all enjoy it!! I have an entire outline for how I want this story to go, and I can’t wait to post the rest of this story!! Anyone who isn’t on the taglist, but wants to be can send me an ask or a message and I’ll tag you in the next part!

Pairing: prince!Evan Hansen x fem!reader

Warning(s): nothing really, fluff, really bad flirting??, mild angst at the very end???

Taglist: @pawneeismyhome, @onemorebookidontneed, @smollittlebean, @johns-turtle, @musicalimaginesforyou, @lils-awesome-world, @dehinprettycursive, @dear-enjolras-hansen, @bens-platt

Word count: 1,949

You weren’t expecting Evan to write you so soon, especially not the day after you told him to do so. That’s not to say you weren’t extremely excited when he did write to you quickly. It was a pleasant surprise when your maid brought you the letter at breakfast two days after you walked with Evan in his garden. Your step-father, while a very kind and understanding man, had a ‘no letters’ at the table rule, which meant you had to wait until you were excused from the table to run up to your room and read what the wonderful boy had written.

By the time you were allowed to leave breakfast, you were beyond impatient. Sitting on your bed, you opened the letter as quickly as you could, knicking your pointer finger in the process. You yelped and sucked on the cut as you read the letter.

You didn’t think the blue-eyed prince could get anymore adorable, but you were proven wrong. You couldn’t help but blush as you read the words he had written you, flattered that he would want to see you again. You were already enchanted with the boy, but the moment he compared you to his favorite flower, you completely swooned. You had never felt attraction to anyone this strongly or this quickly.

You rushed over to your desk and sat down, grabbing a piece of the pretty floral stationery your mother had given you for your most recent birthday. You had never had a reason to use it before, but now that you did, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the pattern around the edges. Flower paper for a flower boy. You grinned despite yourself and began writing your letter.

Dear Evan,

You don’t have to be formal with me at all. I only earned the title ‘princess’ pretty recently, so it’s refreshing to have someone refer to me as a friend. You mentioned feeling quite similar the other night in your garden, I believe.

I have to admit, I was so excited about receiving your letter that I gave myself a papercut in my haste to open it. Feel free to tease me about this, if you would like; it was a bit silly of me. If I were to say this was the first time I’ve done something clumsy like that, I would be lying. I may have the title of royalty, but all the grace that is supposed to come with being a princess seems to have evaded me completely.

I’m flattered that I remind you of your favorite flower, I didn’t find it to be weird at all. If anything, you too remind me of my favorite flower as well- sunflowers. There’s just something warm and bright that accompanies both you and sunflowers, something about the both of you that make me feel comfortable. I must ask you, though: why exactly do I remind you of a daisy?

Speaking of your garden, I would absolutely love to come see the addition of the poppies! I’m sure they’re absolutely beautiful! My mother, stepfather, and I are leaving for Irvingdale in a few days, and the Rose Palace is on the way, I’m sure I could convince my parents to allow me to visit with you for a few hours, if you wouldn’t mind.

You smiled down at your words. While you were pretty forward and open with the way you felt towards Evan, you weren’t quite sure if the timid boy could handle outright flirtatiousness, so you watered down your words, mixing the words of affection in with the feeling of being friends.

Despite our brief time together, I find myself missing you more than I thought I would. Since my mother and I moved into the palace, I’d yet to have a conversation in which I wasn’t constantly worrying about the right thing to say or the proper way to it. Walking with you in your garden that night was the most comfortable I’ve been in a long time, Evan. Thank you for that.

Until we meet again,


You reread your letter and decided it was good enough to send. You slipped it into an envelope and sealed it, before writing Evan’s name in careful handwriting. Now all there was left to do was send it. You found the palace messenger, Addison, thankfully just before she left. Before she left, she glanced at the name the letter was addressed to and gave you a big grin. “Prince Hansen? You two are on a first name basis?” She asked in a playful tone. You blushed and rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t act like other people do, Ads, he treats me like I’m still just a normal person, and that he’s a normal person, and that he and I can be normal together! It’s… It’s hard to explain, really,” you said, smiling softly. “I’ve had the honor of meeting him a couple times. He’s very nice, always very polite and kind to me and the other servants. You could definitely do worse, my lady.” And with that, she left the palace to deliver the letters she was due to deliver.

Later that night, your mother visited you. “So, (Y/N), you seem particularly cheerful today,” she commented. You just hummed in agreement, not looking up from the book you were reading. “It wouldn’t happen to be because of that letter you received this morning would it?” You glanced up to see a small smirk on her face. “You know, I asked Addison who the letter was from; you should have told me that Prince Hansen was courting you!” She said. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. “No! He isn’t courting me! We’re merely writing to each other as friends!” You corrected her quickly, trying to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks. “Oh really? That’s all it is?” She gave you a skeptical look, but you nodded insistently. “Really!” You sighed in relief when she gave in. She kissed your forehead and bid you goodnight, before leaving you with your thoughts.

Two days later,, you found yourself impatient and on edge. “Is everything alright, my lady?” Your tutor asked you. You merely nodded, watching out the window expectantly. What you were waiting for? You weren’t quite sure. “Addison won’t be back from collecting the letters for the palace until later this evening, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” Your head whipped around to look at her.

“Excuse me?” You asked, though not unkindly.

“Well, forgive me if it’s not my place, my lady, but the servants from Rose Palace and the servants here do talk to each other every now and again, and rumor has it that you and Prince Hansen are currently corresponding with each other.”

You sighed and bit your bottom lip in thought, before saying softly. “I mean this in the nicest way possible: please stay out of my private life. I don’t need the entire kingdom gossiping about the people I choose to write letters to. Alright?” She nodded furiously, apologizing to you. “You don’t have to be sorry, I would just prefer not to be the subject of the town gossip.” She nodded once more in understanding and the two of you continued with your arithmetic lesson.

When Addison finally arrived at the palace, you all but tackled her. “Istherealetterforme?” You asked. She blinked in confusion. “Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to repeat that a bit slower for me,” she said. You took a deep breath and repeated yourself. She gave you a knowing smirk and handed you a letter, addressed to you in cute, messy handwriting. The same handwriting from the letter you had practically memorized by now. You found the ways he dotted his eyes with a little circle to be adorable. You quickly took and ran to your room. “Thank you, Addison!” You called behind you. The messenger simply shook her head at your retreating figure. “She is definitely attracted to him.”

Once safely tuck away in the window seat in your bedroom, you began to read the letter by the light of the sunset. It was just as precious as his previous letter, but one particular part caught your eye.

As for why I compared you to a daisy? Well, all the same traits a daisy possesses that makes it my favorite flower, you too possess. For starters, they’re very pretty, and well, you are too. They remind me of spring, and make me think of warm and happy thoughts and weather. Also, there’s more to them than meets the eye. You look at them and think, ‘there is one flower there’, but in reality, there’s actually two! The petals and the center of the flower are counted separately as their own individual flowers. I feel like you’re kind of like that as well, there’s more to you than people can actually see.

People see you as a princess, but I know that as well as being a princess, you’re also a girl who would comfort a total stranger in need, the kind of girl who once got in trouble (and a serious cold) from playing in the rain, even after your mother told you not to. You’re the kind of girl who likes sunflowers and sunsets, and you’re the kind of girl who would treat a boy you hardly know as a friend. You’re the kind of girl I enjoy spending time with, something that’s rare for me. You see, I’m not exactly comfortable around people, I often find it hard to connect and interact with them, but with you? With you, there was none of that discomfort. I felt at ease when I was around you, like I didn’t have to worry about what I was saying, like you would care about my words no matter what I said. Am I wrong to think that? Am I being too presumptuous?

His words, along with the fact that he had remembered the things you had told him about yourself, touched you. You never thought anyone would ever see you in the light he saw you. Any last bit of doubt you had regarding your feelings for Evan flew out the window. You knew, you were deeply, irrevocably, and helplessly in love with the flower-loving prince. A part of you wanted to run from this unfamiliar feeling, but a large part of you was filled with glee, knowing you had found a person you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with. You had  You reread his words over and over again, eventually falling asleep in your window seat, which the last bit of sunlight streaming in.

Your mother found you later that night as she came in to say goodnight, curled up against the window and clutching the letter to your chest, the faintest of smile upon your face. She knew who the letter was from, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her little girl falling in love. She knew the Hansens, and she found them to be wonderful, kind people. The smile was wiped off her face when she remembered what she and your stepfather had yet to tell you, the reason you were travelling to Irvingdale soon. Frowning, she blew out your candle and exited the room. Best to let her have this while she can, she thought. She had never wanted this to happen. She was hoping that you would never fall in love for fear that this very situation would present itself. Now here you were, in love, and she could do nothing to stop what was about to occur.